"luckys" poems
Let your kiss fly...
and touch the windows of singles
with its smack sound and tingle
someone's dead feelings once
more... and let it
shape on cheeks
of two chosen luckys
little hearts and lips
so when they meet
each other by chance
they will probably kiss...
Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 6:32 PM UTC
I used to buy over priced Cigarettes,
To mask my pain and regrets.
I'd pack them on the dashboard of my car,
Like a man who beats a women until his hands scar.
I'd open my pack,
before my withdrawals would attack.
Rip off the plastic and remove the foil,
Carefully like you'd place a crown on someone royal,
Pull out the first cigarette by the filtered tip,
I made sure not to forget to flip,
As I put the cigarette back,
I pull out another by the filter from my pack.
Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 10:42 PM UTC
People say
it's annoying that
I flip two luckys
in every cigarette pack
but maybe i find it annoying
that people notice when
i lose three pounds
but not when
i wear a
new
pair
of
jeans.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 12:13 PM UTC